"Damn it..."
In this critical moment, with blood on his hands, he failed to unlock his phone several times, silently cursing himself.
As he continued to lose blood and suffer from pain, his breathing became increasingly labored. Eventually, he could only weakly lean against Tessa's tombstone, desperately trying to press the phone buttons.
"What's wrong, Lorne? Who are you so urgently trying to call?"
At that moment, I slowly emerged from the shadows.
Lorne, his face deathly pale, slowly raised his head, a flash of wild joy crossing his face. "Julie... Quick... Quick, help me call an ambulance! I'm really not gonna make it... That bitch almost killed me! I know I was wrong before, I'm begging you..."
Looking at his dying state, I shook my head.
"You want me to save you? That's not right!"
Seeing my expression, Lorne's face changed instantly. His trembling hand reached to press the call button.